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25 November 2012

1. staring off into the abyss that contains our neighbors' wheelchair ramp
2. ditched the plaid noose and went with a natural hand placement

Upon his arrival home this morning Simon gave me one look and asked the question you're probably dying to ask, "is that vest made out of hamster fur?"

Why yes, of course it is.

When I don't sleep my face gets puffy and when I'm pregnant my face gets puffy. So because I slept from 6:00 - 6:20 laaaaaate last night/eaaaaaaaarly this morning (thank you mice, paranoia, paranoia, and season 3 of Felicitdumb) and the baby having just celebrated his/her 32 week interior birthday ... Puff the Magic Grace Face.

Anyway, Simon and I are in serious disagreement over whether or not we should put up our faux tree because he says Sebastian will tear it down immediately (probable truth) but I'm still not over last year's Christmas where we put up an ornamentless tree for 3 seconds in our room upstairs that no one ever sees/saw like grinch-scrooges. Hopefully I can recreate some sort of It's a Wonderful Life scene tonight and convince him to be daring --- Basher the Destroyer and all and hopefully it doesn't turn into some sort of Christmas with the Kranks showdown of "I told you so's" and "I told you so's".

kids' Mass behaviorgrades:
Julia: A-
Sebastian: A-
I suspect they were swimming in the happiness that was 'Daddy's finally home and Mommy's scowl is finally fading' and 'if you want a cafeteria donut ... we have to see Jesus first' bribery.

I'm thinking my puffy face is permanent for the rest of the pregnancy and possibly beyond. Unless I can somehow stomach 3 liters of water in one day. And if that were to miraculously happen, my bladder/water bill would not be happy.

We are putting up our tree tonight and are curious how Cotton will do at leaving it alone. I'm thinking... not well.

I think we are going to do a construction paper Christmas tree on the living room wall that Miriam can help me decorate with paper ornaments. I figure Joseph might not be able to reach it to tear it to shreds (unless he climbs from the top of the couch back to the top of the bookshelf.... again...)

You look fab as usual! So cute, all baby, and nary an extra pound anywhere. I'm laughing at your vest - I have a very similar one, but my husband just sighs when I wear it without the hamster comment. Simon is WAY funnier.

I say tie the tree down and go for it! Will make for plenty o' additional blog fodder and 'gram pics, js. that vest, I do believe is the one my daughter wants for Christmas....we call it the fuzzy vest.

psh, I see no bloat! now, when a third party tells you your nose has in fact gotten wider, than yes, maybe you are having bloat issues. Trust me, it happens.

My husband totally dishes out compliments similar to the hamster remark. Right, Alisha? Comes straight from the heart.

Good luck with the tree -- last year wasn't too bad for us, we just kept the soft/indesctructible/despised ornaments on the bottom and our nice ones at the top. Lots met their demise. And my boy has since learned how to throw, run and head-butt, so we'll see how this year goes.

(Sebastian was a top name for our son. Until my husband decided he'd call him SeaBass for short. Bash is much much better.)